Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Apr 5, 2018 7:00:25 GMT -8
Tsali glanced at vex hoping he'd had anything to say about a general strategy, he knew these woods best out of the three of us and he had been seen as the leader of the group yet it wasn't to be. he remained silent as he fired an arrow into the vegetation "I doubt it" replied tsali to Alliandre in the newcomer's defence.
It was at this moment the horn sounded again with what seemed to be a different pitch yet it didn't matter "I don't think we should stay here guys" said tsali as the first horned stopped and others replied. More and more horns could be heard in the distance and it was becoming worryingly clear that they were outnumbered and as she shared this thought vocally with the rest of the group she made a break for it while telling the others to follow her. As camp was still in the process of being made when this started most of their supplies where still tied to the horses. She jumped on her horse with her dagger still in her hand and started to ride further down the path while expecting the others to follow her.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Apr 5, 2018 13:19:37 GMT -8
Rudiger attempted to catch the beast's falling sword with his own, but his reflexes were just a few moments too slow. The flat of the blade landed on Rudiger's pauldron, and let out another wave of noxious smoke, which caused Rudiger to start sputtering and coughing within his helm. He would've been unable to respond if the beast attempted to strike Rudiger again, but Khulan saved him with her well placed arrow hitting the creature in the back.
He spurred Bob a few feet away from the beast man he was facing, and lifted his visor, revealing that his face was caked in soot marks from the smoke and receiving a face full of fresh air. His eyes were stinging and watering slightly, but he knew he needed to push past the pain. He spotted Ulag having trouble with his own beast, and lowered his visor, and charged towards the beast, leveling his sword at the creature, planning on running it through with the momentum of both horse and rider.
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99 
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Apr 9, 2018 7:36:34 GMT -8
"Wait no! Dont leave...ah!" She yelled in frustration.
"It is dark, and they know these woods better than us! They will hunt us down with an advantage, at least here we know where they are coming from!"
She readied her weapon should any of them appear, but seemed disinclined to flee.
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Elvira Ravensborne
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Elvira appears to be in her very early twenties. {}-{}
Physical Description: Elvira is of middling height, with eyes of grey. Her skin is exceedingly pale and her smooth raven hair flows over her shoulders and halfway down her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elvira wears a long black dress which falls almost to the ground, showing only her black boots below the hem. She also wears a hooded black cloak, hiding her face.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 5:25:49 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Ravensborne on Apr 25, 2018 9:19:06 GMT -8
A black horse walks slowly along the road, looking to have been doing so for quite some time yet perfectly steady all the same.
Atop its back is perched a slim figure, riding sidesaddle. A cloak hides its torso and back, as well as enveloping the saddle. Its legs are hidden by boots and a long dress, while a hood is drawn forwards to conceal its visage.
The figure appears to be unarmed, and makes few movements.
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Apr 25, 2018 13:19:31 GMT -8
As the rider rode along she'd become acutely aware of a tall figure walking some way behind her. Still he'd slowly gain ground before being within earshot. He shouted, his voice slightly raspy and with a hint of condescension. "You! Rider! Are you not aware that this road is dangerous for one to tread alone?" The man looked like a hero with a sculpted face brought low with something akin to a bag of bricks, and cruel black armour covering all but his face.
As he got closer he continued in the same tone but in a more moderate volume that didn't leave ringing in the ears. "There have been reports of violence nearby. You'd do well to go down the nearest route to civilization."
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Elvira Ravensborne
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Elvira appears to be in her very early twenties. {}-{}
Physical Description: Elvira is of middling height, with eyes of grey. Her skin is exceedingly pale and her smooth raven hair flows over her shoulders and halfway down her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elvira wears a long black dress which falls almost to the ground, showing only her black boots below the hem. She also wears a hooded black cloak, hiding her face.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 5:25:49 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Ravensborne on Apr 25, 2018 16:02:32 GMT -8
The rider became aware of the peculiar man shortly before he spoke, and tightened her grip on the reigns. She seemingly relaxed slightly as he did not attack, but remained poised for action. She slowed her mount, coming to a halt and turning so as to inspect the one who hailed her. A pale chin and long locks were visible under her hood, but the details of the rider's face were shrouded in shadow.
She spoke in a soft, measured tone, not giving any sign of fear or alarm. "I thank you for your concern, fine sir. I confess, I am a stranger to these lands, and know not of the perils that lie within it."
As the lady paused, her hidden eyes swept over the man's dark armour, seeking for weapons he might be carrying.
"Would you happen to know what sort of danger lies on this road, and where I might seek for safety?"
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Apr 26, 2018 2:49:26 GMT -8
Telemachon snorted, circling the rider once. He didn't appear to have any ready weapons on him... other than the short-sword sized spikes on either arm starting from his elbows and going a decent distance past his fingertips' reach. "Travelling the Wilderness roads alone you can meet all sorts of predation. Bandit camps or raving hordes go through here, child."
The brute stopped, clutching at his head with left hand and giving a few light punches to his jaw as though trying to dislodge some internal pain. He looked up again with a grimace gritting his teeth. "If you go on alone I recommend you return the way you came girl. I do not intend to inquire your business however. If you go forward I may show you several paths to civilizations. Isra and it's subordinate territories are not too far, they are where I ultimately am to tread. If they are not your destiny then the trails to the Black Vale, Ìskaldur and Aozora are not difficult."
Again he stopped his speech to be tormented by some unknown force, swatting with one of his arm-blades before snarling mindlessly. Then as though the last few moments had not occurred he went on, aiding his growl-like speech with arm gestures. "There are many minor townships nearby as well, if you so desire."
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Elvira Ravensborne
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Elvira appears to be in her very early twenties. {}-{}
Physical Description: Elvira is of middling height, with eyes of grey. Her skin is exceedingly pale and her smooth raven hair flows over her shoulders and halfway down her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elvira wears a long black dress which falls almost to the ground, showing only her black boots below the hem. She also wears a hooded black cloak, hiding her face.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 5:25:49 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Ravensborne on Apr 26, 2018 4:43:20 GMT -8
The rider took particular interest in the spikes, though Telemachon would be unable to see this due to her hood. She looked slightly surprised as he punched himself, but despite that, she refrained from commentating.
"I...will not be returning the way I came. The situation in my home is not something I wish to return to."
The woman paused, appearing concerned for Telemachon. She swiftly resumed speaking, however.
"I have no particular destination, but I have heard much of the Free City and would be pleased to visit it. If you do not object, I will accompany you that far."
The cloaked rider looked at the warrior expectantly, awaiting his response.
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Apr 26, 2018 9:25:35 GMT -8
"I would not recommend haste to leave one's origins child. But I shan't inquire into your squabbles, my familial counsel will be damaging at best." The man stopped to stare at his tracks, and presumably those of his counterpart's steed. "Very well. I shall lead you to Isra, but no rest for the weary until we reach the the Eastern Forests." As if that was that Telemachon turned on the spot and stomped off at a quick pace. "The name you shall use to refer to me is Kavallerio. What is your designation?" He demanded, shouting over his shoulder. Exit to Eastern Forest |
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Elvira Ravensborne
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Elvira appears to be in her very early twenties. {}-{}
Physical Description: Elvira is of middling height, with eyes of grey. Her skin is exceedingly pale and her smooth raven hair flows over her shoulders and halfway down her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elvira wears a long black dress which falls almost to the ground, showing only her black boots below the hem. She also wears a hooded black cloak, hiding her face.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 5:25:49 GMT -8
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Post by Elvira Ravensborne on Apr 26, 2018 13:08:22 GMT -8
The rider chose not to respond to Telemachon's comment on familial relations.
She did, however, grace him with a smile upon his acceptance of travelling together. "Thank you, Kavallerio." The rider was silent for a few seconds as she spurred her horse forwards to a position alongside him, after which the equine maintained pace with the warrior. "My name is Elvira. Elvira Ravensborne."
She continued to ride alongside him as they entered the Eastern Forest.
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 5, 2018 6:41:36 GMT -8
The Knight walks down the road with Lily on his shoulder, her back against his head. She was twirling the letter in her hand, given to them by a merchant on the behalf of Meredith back in Isra. The letter was still sealed, and Lily had been fighting the urge to open it for almost the entire journey. "It has no seal," she'd pointed out "If we had wax, we could reseal it and nobody would know anything happened." "It's not our job to read the letter," the Knight had replied "Besides, the information written on it could be private. We don't want to incur the wrath of the people who we want to pay us. Lily had been silent for the rest of the journey, rarely getting off her usually perch on the Knight's shoulder. It was only now, 3 hours after that conversation, that she started to talk again. "You're lost, aren't you?" she said to the Knight. "I'm not lost. I know where we're going." "Tell me the truth." Lily commanded him using their psychic link. The knight sighed. "We're lost." He admitted. "Well, guess we'll have to bump into Annan Ap Owen by chance or something..." Lily muttered. |
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Annan Ap Owen
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 35
Physical Description: At a distance, it would be difficult to discern if Annan is in fact a giant. Close up, it becomes even harder. Standing at 7' even, not a single ounce of fat resides on his muscular frame. For battle, he paints his body in blue woad, accentuating his frame, and cutting a terrifying picture on the battlefield.
He doesn't cut his hair or mustache, leaving the blonde locks free falling when he doesn't braid them into more manageable plaits. He does trim his beard, keeping it somewhat close to his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Annan does not wear armor, as he finds it difficult to find anything that fits him without having to be custom made. His day to day wear consists of a linen shirt, discolored from the usual white by the elements, and a blue plaid kilt. A thick leather belt, patterned with swirling designs offers the only protection of his midriff. He has a green, hood-less cloak for wet weather, secured at the collar by a gold chain. Long woolen socks and brown brogues are the only cover for his lower legs and feet.
For battle, he strips off his shirt, and jumps into the fray wielding an axe the same size as him, with a head that looks like a backwards "D". The head has inlaid gold of geometric patterns of slanted lines and swirls engraved in the steel. He also carries a compound bow about 4' in length.
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Registered: May 3, 2018 11:43:49 GMT -8
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Post by Annan Ap Owen on May 5, 2018 18:34:44 GMT -8
As the Knight lumbered down the trail with Lily on his shoulders, they were being watched from the trees by a pair of unseen eyes. The eyes initially gave no special attention to the pair, as they appeared to not be what they were looking for. That was, until they heard the name Annan Ap Owen. The eyes pulled back slowly, silently from the their position beside the trail, waiting until they were out of earshot of the pair to run further into the woods.
The pair of eyes turned out to be a warrior, rushing back to a camp about a hundred yards within the trees. The small camp had about five others in it, all preoccupied with their own tasks. The warrior darted to the biggest of the bunch, whispering in his ear what he saw and heard. The bigger man nodded, and told the camp, "Prepare to move. I'll be back shortly." With that, he mounted his grey draft horse, and rode off into the underbrush.
A few miles down the road, the Knight and Lily made another turn on the road, they would be met by the rather tall figure. The man was about as tall the Knight, save by 3 inches, and while the Knight was made of metal, this man was made of pure muscle. He had stripped of all clothing save his brogues and kilt, revealing his upper body was painted in blue woad lines. His long blonde hair cascaded down his back, and his mustache had two long plaits braided on either side.
His right hand rested on the head of an elaborately decorated axe that stood beside him. Not bothering to make any introductions to the pair, the man declared in a baritone bellow, "I hear you're looking for Annan Ap Owen. You found him."
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 5, 2018 22:52:51 GMT -8
Lily and the Knight look at each other, astonished at their luck. Lily jumps down from the Knight's shoulder and hands Annan the letter. "A person in Isra gave us this," Lily said "We don't know who it's from, we just know it's for you. The letter reads as follows:
Mr. Owen,
I cannot believe that your letter made it back to me. When I first saw the bottle on the beach I had thought for sure that it had never made it past the surf. Surely some divine presence has helped us communicate. I will risk sending this letter by courier. There is a chance it will be intercepted, but I now trust that luck is on my side for once.
A quest for immortality?!? That is truly the most audacious and exciting adventure I have heard of. In the stories, such desires are often met with unexpected sorrow and consequences. What drives you to such an end? I cannot comprehend but I wish I could partake in such an adventure.
Yet I fear that my stepfather will never release me. As soon as I am wed the king will have committed his only wagger for the throne. He has begotten no children from my mother yet, therefore he has no heir to the throne other than his hold on me. Until his own sons are born I will be passed from suitor to suitor in order to make the lords think that I might be given to one of them. I cannot actually be wed to anyone for then that house would have a chance of putting their own children onto the throne through me. As you can see I am put a piece on a board to all concerned. You speak of a remedy, but unless you have an army to take over an entire nation it would not be possible. Even then, I would not wish for such a war. Better that I live a captive then let the entire nation suffer for my freedom. The tales of your exploits will be enough to keep me happy.
Gorian is part of an island chain to the west of Isra. The trip would only take a few days. If you do send a letter of courtship you must convince my father of its authenticity. He reads everything that is sent to me. Please tell me more about your adventures. Do you now rule over the lands that you have conquered? What were the battles like that you fought in? My father will be intrigued by such details. Just remember not to mention our previous contact or my father will be very displeased with me.
With Anticipation,
Meredith <3
P.S. I have promised the deliverer of this letter 2 gold.
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Annan Ap Owen
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 35
Physical Description: At a distance, it would be difficult to discern if Annan is in fact a giant. Close up, it becomes even harder. Standing at 7' even, not a single ounce of fat resides on his muscular frame. For battle, he paints his body in blue woad, accentuating his frame, and cutting a terrifying picture on the battlefield.
He doesn't cut his hair or mustache, leaving the blonde locks free falling when he doesn't braid them into more manageable plaits. He does trim his beard, keeping it somewhat close to his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Annan does not wear armor, as he finds it difficult to find anything that fits him without having to be custom made. His day to day wear consists of a linen shirt, discolored from the usual white by the elements, and a blue plaid kilt. A thick leather belt, patterned with swirling designs offers the only protection of his midriff. He has a green, hood-less cloak for wet weather, secured at the collar by a gold chain. Long woolen socks and brown brogues are the only cover for his lower legs and feet.
For battle, he strips off his shirt, and jumps into the fray wielding an axe the same size as him, with a head that looks like a backwards "D". The head has inlaid gold of geometric patterns of slanted lines and swirls engraved in the steel. He also carries a compound bow about 4' in length.
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Registered: May 3, 2018 11:43:49 GMT -8
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Post by Annan Ap Owen on May 6, 2018 6:24:06 GMT -8
Annan cocked an eyebrow in surprise at the pair. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that. Usually when people were asking for Annan, it was to settle blood feuds, or to test their mettle against him. But, it was a welcome change of pace, so he approached the pair hefting his axe onto his shoulder. As he walked towards them, he brought his fingers to his mouth, and let out a shrill whistle. Erupting from the underbrush came the rest of Annan's party, putting away their weapons they had been brandishing during the brief stand off.
Annan waved over one of his men to join him, taking the letter from Lily and handing it over to the other man, "What's it say Bard?"
The Bard opened the letter, then gave a sideways glance at Annan, "You owe these two, two gold coins. I'm guessing it might be a bit steeper by now."
"Fine, fine, give then 30 gold coins."
With that, the Bard rustled out the coins, counting them out and putting them in a different pouch, and handed it to Lily. "Would you be opposed to delivering a letter back?"
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 6, 2018 7:55:11 GMT -8
Annan cocked an eyebrow in surprise at the pair. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that. Usually when people were asking for Annan, it was to settle blood feuds, or to test their mettle against him. But, it was a welcome change of pace, so he approached the pair hefting his axe onto his shoulder. As he walked towards them, he brought his fingers to his mouth, and let out a shrill whistle. Erupting from the underbrush came the rest of Annan's party, putting away their weapons they had been brandishing during the brief stand off. Annan waved over one of his men to join him, taking the letter from Lily and handing it over to the other man, "What's it say Bard?" The Bard opened the letter, then gave a sideways glance at Annan, "You owe these two, two gold coins. I'm guessing it might be a bit steeper by now." "Fine, fine, give then 30 gold coins." With that, the Bard rustled out the coins, counting them out and putting them in a different pouch, and handed it to Lily. "Would you be opposed to delivering a letter back?" "No, we can do that as well," The Knight replied "Free of charge, considering your generous tip. Where do you want us to deliver it too?" Lily stuffs the coins into a small pouch on her dress, slightly annoyed the Knight had denied the chance for them to ask for more money. |
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Annan Ap Owen
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 35
Physical Description: At a distance, it would be difficult to discern if Annan is in fact a giant. Close up, it becomes even harder. Standing at 7' even, not a single ounce of fat resides on his muscular frame. For battle, he paints his body in blue woad, accentuating his frame, and cutting a terrifying picture on the battlefield.
He doesn't cut his hair or mustache, leaving the blonde locks free falling when he doesn't braid them into more manageable plaits. He does trim his beard, keeping it somewhat close to his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Annan does not wear armor, as he finds it difficult to find anything that fits him without having to be custom made. His day to day wear consists of a linen shirt, discolored from the usual white by the elements, and a blue plaid kilt. A thick leather belt, patterned with swirling designs offers the only protection of his midriff. He has a green, hood-less cloak for wet weather, secured at the collar by a gold chain. Long woolen socks and brown brogues are the only cover for his lower legs and feet.
For battle, he strips off his shirt, and jumps into the fray wielding an axe the same size as him, with a head that looks like a backwards "D". The head has inlaid gold of geometric patterns of slanted lines and swirls engraved in the steel. He also carries a compound bow about 4' in length.
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Registered: May 3, 2018 11:43:49 GMT -8
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Post by Annan Ap Owen on May 6, 2018 19:21:30 GMT -8
Annan cocked an eyebrow in surprise at the pair. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that. Usually when people were asking for Annan, it was to settle blood feuds, or to test their mettle against him. But, it was a welcome change of pace, so he approached the pair hefting his axe onto his shoulder. As he walked towards them, he brought his fingers to his mouth, and let out a shrill whistle. Erupting from the underbrush came the rest of Annan's party, putting away their weapons they had been brandishing during the brief stand off. Annan waved over one of his men to join him, taking the letter from Lily and handing it over to the other man, "What's it say Bard?" The Bard opened the letter, then gave a sideways glance at Annan, "You owe these two, two gold coins. I'm guessing it might be a bit steeper by now." "Fine, fine, give then 30 gold coins." With that, the Bard rustled out the coins, counting them out and putting them in a different pouch, and handed it to Lily. "Would you be opposed to delivering a letter back?" "No, we can do that as well," The Knight replied "Free of charge, considering your generous tip. Where do you want us to deliver it too?" Lily stuffs the coins into a small pouch on her dress, slightly annoyed the Knight had denied the chance for them to ask for more money. The bard paused for a second, trying to figure out the best place where they could deliver the return letter, "Well, I assume if you went back to Isra, and find any merchant heading to the shore, I suppose they could deliver it. Give us a few seconds to write and consult," the bard then grabbed onto Annan's shoulder, and led him away from the pair towards where Annan's horse was tied. When they were out of earshot, the bard read the letter to Annan, leaving out the bit about the promissory note. "Well, send Meredith a story back Bard... and send this too," Annan turned to the saddle bags, and pulled out a rather large golden torc, which looked too big for even his arm. The arms of the torc had the heads of bears engraved on them, and spirals that ran the length of the metal. Sitting on a stump with his parchment and quill, the Bard composed the return letter, letting a piece of wax melt on a small fire that he had conjured with a whisper. When finished, he sealed it with a few drips of the hot wax, stamping it with Annan's signet ring, with had the head of a wolf full of crisscrossing lines. Handing it back to Lily, he said, "Good luck," and handed her a few extra coins for her trouble. Dearest Meredith, I fear you may have taken my quest for immortality too literally. I do not need to wish to live forever, for when the body dies, the soul simply enters the land of the fae, and when it finds it's anointed time and place, it too returns to the land of the living, and the cycle continues. What I wish to make immortal is my deeds, for though this body may die, my name will last forever, granting immortality to this name. I have conquered many men, but I rule no Kingdom. I have found many opportunities to find a hill and build myself a sturdy house surrounded by high walls, but that would be the cowardly way to live, tied to a single place, losing all my freedom of movement to protect some peasants and cattle. I find it a much better life to taste the foods and drink the water of many lands, so to not grow complacent in one. Enclosed in this letter will be a torc, a sign of my people that I wish to begin my courtship of you. The torc itself is from one of my many battles and conquests. In the rolling hills of Toragana, there was a mighty giant that had claimed the hill fort of one of the lords of Toragana, wishing to add it to the many it already had under its control. The giant waged a great war upon the lord, slaying all his band of warriors with a trunk of tree it used as a club. The lord called upon me and my war band to come and save his people, and we arrived at the fort as the beast beat at the gates with its trunk. I called upon the beast to face me on the open field, in a test of champions. The beast agreed, and we joined battle. The beast was strong, but I was quicker, and for every blow it tried to lash at me, I delivered two that landed with my axe. Finally the beast lay dead on the field, and I claimed its torc that it had previously stolen from a defeated lord. Yours Truly, Annan Ap Owen P. S. In the future, please address your letters to the Oasis of the Crossroads, as that is where I have established camp for now. |
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
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Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 6, 2018 22:11:55 GMT -8
"No, we can do that as well," The Knight replied "Free of charge, considering your generous tip. Where do you want us to deliver it too?" Lily stuffs the coins into a small pouch on her dress, slightly annoyed the Knight had denied the chance for them to ask for more money. The bard paused for a second, trying to figure out the best place where they could deliver the return letter, "Well, I assume if you went back to Isra, and find any merchant heading to the shore, I suppose they could deliver it. Give us a few seconds to write and consult," the bard then grabbed onto Annan's shoulder, and led him away from the pair towards where Annan's horse was tied. When they were out of earshot, the bard read the letter to Annan, leaving out the bit about the promissory note. "Well, send Meredith a story back Bard... and send this too," Annan turned to the saddle bags, and pulled out a rather large golden torc, which looked too big for even his arm. The arms of the torc had the heads of bears engraved on them, and spirals that ran the length of the metal. Sitting on a stump with his parchment and quill, the Bard composed the return letter, letting a piece of wax melt on a small fire that he had conjured with a whisper. When finished, he sealed it with a few drips of the hot wax, stamping it with Annan's signet ring, with had the head of a wolf full of crisscrossing lines. Handing it back to Lily, he said, "Good luck," and handed her a few extra coins for her trouble. Dearest Meredith , I fear you may have taken my quest for immortality too literally. I do not need to wish to live forever, for when the body dies, the soul simply enters the land of the fae, and when it finds it's anointed time and place, it too returns to the land of the living, and the cycle continues. What I wish to make immortal is my deeds, for though this body may die, my name will last forever, granting immortality to this name. I have conquered many men, but I rule no Kingdom. I have found many opportunities to find a hill and build myself a sturdy house surrounded by high walls, but that would be the cowardly way to live, tied to a single place, losing all my freedom of movement to protect some peasants and cattle. I find it a much better life to taste the foods and drink the water of many lands, so to not grow complacent in one. Enclosed in this letter will be a torc, a sign of my people that I wish to begin my courtship of you. The torc itself is from one of my many battles and conquests. In the rolling hills of Toragana, there was a mighty giant that had claimed the hill fort of one of the lords of Toragana, wishing to add it to the many it already had under its control. The giant waged a great war upon the lord, slaying all his band of warriors with a trunk of tree it used as a club. The lord called upon me and my war band to come and save his people, and we arrived at the fort as the beast beat at the gates with its trunk. I called upon the beast to face me on the open field, in a test of champions. The beast agreed, and we joined battle. The beast was strong, but I was quicker, and for every blow it tried to lash at me, I delivered two that landed with my axe. Finally the beast lay dead on the field, and I claimed its torc that it had previously stolen from a defeated lord. Yours Truly, Annan Ap Owen P. S. In the future, please address your letters to the Oasis of the Crossroads, as that is where I have established camp for now. "Thank you!" Lily said as she was handed the letter and especially the coins. Maybe the Knight's choices hadn't mattered after all. "We will deliver this as soon as we can." The Knight told Annan. Lily jumped up onto his shoulder again and the two walked off down the road, going back the way they came. "At least we don't have to go to Toragana," Lily said go the Knight "The sender probably would have died by the time we got there." "Shut up." The Knight replied. Lily smiled cheekily. |
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Aug 28, 2018 3:40:27 GMT -8
[Continued from: The Streets and Connecting Alleyways] "East, until we are in the shadow of the mountain. There is an old farmers path through its straights and down through the halls of the Duren Dwarves. We shall be in their company for a few days time before we pass into the breach where no man dares go anymore." |
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Aug 28, 2018 7:06:04 GMT -8
"East. Yes indeed that leads us to the darker parts of the land." Vithkun said though her comments about the dwarves made him jolt his head in her direction. "Dwarves..!" he exclaimed none to pleased. "No, I'm not going to visit your old friends no matter how much you have in common. Devise another route. Demons would be better company." Vithkun said knowing that he may have parted ways with more than one dwarf on bad terms - and maybe more than five. Perhaps even every dwarf he had met, and chances was that he would meet some of them there and he was going to stay there for days. Not a chance.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Aug 28, 2018 9:39:12 GMT -8
To the East past the mountains was indeed dangerous but there was not to say there would not be challenges along the way. Thieves and brigands roamed these roads taking from weary travelers and while he was in her presence he risked the displeasure of those who believed the drow practiced dark magic. While he might be welcomed for his beauty and seen as a visitor not often seen to these parts she was often shunned. The dwarves were the exception after she had earned their trust. No dwarf appreciated an elf or drow nor even humans for the most part. His refusal was understandable but not without its folly. “If we do not take the road beneath the mountains we shall have to go around and to do so would add a month to our trip, more if the snow has fallen early.” Miffed at his outright refusal she would gladly allow him to go around and wait in the warm halls if he dwarves. While the snowy peaks were beautiful they were also freezing and she preferred mead and fire to the chill and reflection of the sun blinding her from the coat of ice along the trees and road.
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